Henan.
Hubei.
The center between Trident and Gods Eye is the battlefield agreed upon by the rebel alliance and the Royal Army.
Riverrun's allies received a battle invitation from Harrenhal.
There was nothing to say, so he went to the meeting happily and rushed to the final killing place of this battle.
Titus, who seemed to have been upgraded and seemed to be demoted to the fifth position in the rebel army, also felt that it was great not to attack Harrenhal.
He likes field battles and things like that the most.
He is currently ranked fifth, and there is still a lot of room for improvement—just with this battle, his ranking will rise one more level.
This day.
The Alliance Army finally left High Heart and Inn at the Kneeling Man far behind and arrived at the battlefield designated by both sides.
The royalist army that went north from Harrenhal to the south bank of Trident had a shorter journey, so it was one step ahead of them and was ready here early.
Trident The river water kept surging in a gust of wind, and the turbid waves hit the shore heavily, causing large splashes of water from time to time.
Neither side chose to fight with their backs against the water, but it was not because they lacked the courage to risk their lives. The terrain here was a large plain with few hills, which was enough for both sides to deploy their troops.
According to Westeros's fine tradition before the battle between the two armies, the top generals of both sides, with only a small number of escorts, rode to the open space in front of the formation for final talks.
The two men who were the source of this war did not come forward, seemingly determined to save the "last" meeting on the battlefield.
All exchanges on the scene were conducted by Jon·Arryn and Lewyn·Martel. Both sides stood on their respective positions and casually declared the causes and consequences of this battle, as well as the justice of their own representatives.
Their attitudes were extremely perfunctory, and they didn't even accuse or insult each other as rebellious traitors or deceived rapists----
There was no arrogance, no provocation, just a routine like a couple who had been married for more than seven years.
No one was paying attention at all.
Starpike Earl, who focused on participation, and Barristan Selmy, an old acquaintance from the other camp, and Fertimo Clyne nodded in turn.
Under the complicated eyes of the two people opposite him, he smiled and looked very kind, looking harmless and polite.
It wasn't originally like this.
Master Titus originally wanted to make a throat-slitting ceremony or something as a gift to his dear prince. Unexpectedly, Prince Rhaegar and Robert I actually had a tacit understanding and did not show up - the rude plan had to be abandoned temporarily.
Fortunately, he had another purpose for coming here: he wanted to recognize the face of Prince Lewyn Martell.
Titus tilted her head, and the female captain riding next to her nodded slightly in response.
The purpose is achieved.
The cold talks ended quickly.
Everyone seems to be eager to start a fight, and there is absolutely no intention of living in peace and solving problems through political means.
The careerists were ecstatic about this.
Titus returned to the formation he was responsible for, which was adjacent to the river and belonged to the left wing of the army.
Sitting on Black Pearl who seemed a little excited, he closed his visor and prepared to transform into the black Earl on the battlefield.
The giant shield soldiers and spearmen under his command were all wearing iron armor and had high morale. They were now forming a dense and neat square formation. Their shields were like walls and their spear tips were like forests. They reflected the blood-thirsty cold light in the sun.
The group of archers who followed were also very energetic, thanks to his heavy reward. Hunter, who were good at long-range attacks, had full quivers. They held the arrow tails with their fingertips and looked sharply at the opposite side, showing that they were ready to harvest.
Targaryen's red dragon flag was flying leisurely in the enemy's camp. The Peake Soldierss who were staring at that flag were silent, just waiting for Earl's military order to be issued.
The strength of the rebel army is much better than that of the opponent, and most of them are veterans who have gone through battles. The opponent has a large number of new recruits, and the internal relationship is very mixed, like a ragtag army put together temporarily.
Is it no wonder that Rhaegar wants to end the war in a one-on-one battle?
Hei Earl, who had participated in the negotiation just now and observed many signs, tried to figure out the pros and cons of both the enemy and ourselves, and gave the captain of the guard a few words.
The terrible flow of people on both sides was like a black tide in the "eyes" of Captain Wenda. The huge east and west armies stretched for several miles, and the reflections from their armors could merge into one, making people breathless.
A thousand people may seem fine.
When there are tens of thousands of people, it is difficult to distinguish the boundaries and cannot even count them clearly.
Now the total number of the two armies is as high as 100,000, and they are already densely packed all over the mountains and plains.
After hearing the latest instructions from Earl, Wenda nodded and indicated that she would work hard to find a person among so many iron helmets. Satellite face recognition is not that powerful. She can only do her best and focus on the color of the cloak and the flag to find him.
No one knows who launched the attack first.
Maybe it was a soldier with a bow who couldn't help but shoot the first arrow, or maybe it was a general who took the lead in shouting the slogan of charge----
Anyway, the next moment.
Hundreds of thousands of east-west battle formations collided with each other. Viewed from a high altitude, they looked like two deformed giant walls, squeezing and intertwining fiercely!
He knew that the guys at Westeros had little experience in commanding large armies.
In disputes between two lords, dozens or hundreds of people can often decide the winner.
[Dornish Marches special foul language]
Black Earl cursed secretly and began to direct the phalanx moving forward steadily.
The spearmen behind the shield bearers were the first to exert force, and the dense spears thrust forward with a fixed rhythm.
Some of the soldiers on the opposite side were pierced through their bodies, with blood dripping down the tips of their spears, staining the grass by the river red; some were brandishing battle axes and fighting swords, slashing wildly at the unshakable giant shield, trying to open a gap for survival before they died.
The cavalry were even busier, riding against each other, facing each other with swords, switching between long swords and short swords, and the military lances that pierced the corpses were often just one-time products.
The sounds of weapons fighting, soldiers' shouts of killing, and the screams of injured people were intertwined, and the water vapor by the river could not stop the smell of blood from spreading rapidly.
The troops from Starpike performed the most eye-catchingly.
The spearmen were as steady as a rock and kept advancing forward in an orderly manner, taking away a wave of living people with each round of thrusts.
Who to contend with?
Who can compete with him?
The regiments in the rear were also advancing with the troops. The archers who continued to move forward steadily fired alternately and took turns to rest. The arrows fell into the enemy formation like a heavy rain, knocking down the enemy soldiers of the Royal Army who were trying to rush over one by one, and shooting them into hedgehogs.
The hunters of Horn Hill are still extremely efficient "killing machines" when they come to eat under the hands of black Earl.
"Found it!"
Like Black Earl, Wenda who was surrounded by the core of the formation was suddenly startled, as if she suddenly woke up from a nap, and reported to her Earl urgently, "The target is not on the opposite side, but is attacking the right wing of our army!"
"Well, isn't it the left wing? Damn it, the location of the battle has changed. I should have thought of it earlier. We arranged the wrong position!"
Although Black Earl spoke urgently, he still looked at his guard captain in amazement, thinking that he could also find this?
So awesome!?
It was inconvenient to say more at this time, and several commanders were called in. The reliable Duncan Sir Vick was left in charge, fully controlling Peake Army's next attack, and ordered the "Four Heavenly Kings" under him to act according to the plan, not to fight too hard, not to be passive, just follow the large troops and maintain the offensive normally.
You don't need to say much when you gather your own mobile troops.
"Rush!"
Hei Earl roared angrily, drew out the long sword from his waist, and led his bodyguards, plus hundreds of elite cavalry, out of the protection of the Peake military formation, and cut in from one side of the royalist army's formation.
The Riverlands people belonging to Iron Throne's subordinates on the opposite side also tried to stop them. Unexpectedly, the black Earl weapon was pointing at the place where the cavalry's horses had crossed.
The man-horse combination that turned sharply to the right was like a sharp scimitar, piercing into the Riverlands blade formation, killing them left and right.
Black Earl, as the tip of this cavalry team, forcibly tore a huge hole in the enemy formation. The guards and cavalry behind him followed closely, constantly pouring into the gap, disintegrating the Riverlands royalist army's queue from the inside.
During the charge, Wenda and Dodge always followed him. Before their performance, a gray-haired captain in the guard appeared to be particularly brave.
He was armed with two steel swords and was covered in blood as he killed. It was Rosso Brune who took refuge with the black Earl outside Riverrun not long ago.
Rosso glanced around and immediately locked onto a fat leader wearing gorgeous armor in the royalist army. That was Maidenpool's William Mooton Earl, a wealthy lord whose territory was very close to Crownlands.
Rosso led his team on horseback and rushed forward. He raised his swords and slashed down on his head. Maidenpool Earl The guard in front of him hurriedly raised his shield to block, but his shield was split open by one sword and chopped down to the ground by the other sword.
The horse's hooves trampled on it, breaking the muscles and bones, and the soul was scattered.
William Earl's fat body was shaking non-stop, and his face turned pale with fear. Fortunately, there was a young knight nearby who noticed the situation, bravely rushed over, and managed to catch Rosso's sharp sword.
The visitor is William's brother, Miss Mooton, one of Rhaegar's court attendants.
Mith Mooton, who was canonized as a knight by Rhaegar, held a long sword and started a fierce fight with the "fake knight" Rosso.
Meese, who often fights against Prince Rhaegar, Jon Clinton and others - in fact, is also a sparring partner - is not weak in skills and can handle every sword attack just right.
However, Rosso knew more about the ways of killing. In order to earn money and raise horses, his short and busy mercenary career also made his combat skills more honed in actual combat.
The two of them were fighting back and forth, the horses were intertwined and spinning at high speed, and sparks from the collision of weapons kept flying.
Rosso has an advantage because he has already developed a deep understanding with his war horse and can control it freely with just two legs, which does not hinder his attacking rhythm of dual-wielding weapons at all.
Miz Mooton, who couldn't bear the long battle, was finally caught by Rosso Brune. He struck with one sword first, followed by another sword from behind, and the two swords penetrated Miz's waist.
Then there was a cruel twist, the two long swords crossed and pulled outwards, and immediately the entire front of Sir Meath's waist was "cut" into a cracked rag bag.
Being disemboweled by Russell on the spot, the young knight screamed and screamed, and bloody organs and mosaic intestines spurted out from the exaggerated, broken bag-like mouth, hanging on the horse, and many fragments were splashed on the nearby swordsman.
Jazz's eyes widened, his young face full of reluctance, and he finally slipped off the horse and fell to the ground. He held his broken belly with one hand and sat up with the other hand. He wanted to speak, but before he could, his eyes dimmed and he fell backwards, completely losing his breath.
The death was extremely miserable.
Such a tragic scene made the surrounding Riverlands soldiers tremble wildly, as if even their shouts of killing were a little weaker.
Only Rosso Brune remained there, making noises and shouting angrily, "I will have nightmares for the rest of my life----More money! More money! YUE
Oh, he got so involved in the fight that he forgot for a moment that he was no longer in a single gang, but now he was also an "established" person.
That's okay.
After pouting a few more times, Rosso, who felt disgusting on his body, managed to clean it up, and continued his efforts to chop down House Mooton's red salmon flag.
He then signaled his subordinate guards to swarm forward and tie up the big fat man William Mooton who was stunned in front of his dead brother.
"Quick, quick, quick! Tie this fat fish up for me and tie it to the empty horse. We will continue to charge south with Mr. Earl!"
A Earl is worth at least a thousand gold dragons!
Rosso was disgusted, but he was also extremely happy.
The war continues.
The royal army camp has few troops, low fighting will, and significantly lower combat experience than the rebel army. Overall, it is at a disadvantage.
Many new lords who have joined the rebel army have found that they can be bullied and are trying to push forward. Unfortunately, the morale of the royalist army has not collapsed, so it is not easy to push forward by force.
But no matter which side they are on, none of them are as arrogant as the black Earl at this moment.
The troops were originally on the left wing of the battlefield, that is, on the north side facing the river. Master Hei Earl was leading his cavalry in a sudden advance.
Any enemy troops who dared to block their way were knocked upside down.
The riding speed is so fast and the momentum is so terrifying, it is unique in this category.
In the enemy's camp, after making an exaggerated "C-shaped turn", he "passed" through the area where Riverlands people were in a straight and horizontal direction, then penetrated into the Chinese army of Crownlands people, and rushed straight to the other side of the battlefield of 100,000 people--
The royalist army headed by Dornish left.
Those fighting Dornish over there are the Vale army and a small number of Riverlands cavalry in the alliance. This was originally the battlefield they were responsible for.
But Black Earl doesn't care about that.
He and his cavalry team are like a hungry tiger that has not seen meat for a long time, crossing all obstacles and only going for its prey——
House Mooton, get a dish: